It Will Grow Back

It will grow back.  It will grow back. It will grow back.  Ever had a bad haircut?  I got one yesterday.  I don’t like getting my hair cut anyway.  I usually just go get my grey roots covered and she gives me a little trim to clean up the ends and help me see below my bangs.  My hair has been long most of my life.  I got it cut short four times that I can think of.  Second grade… hated it; grew it back out.  Forth grade… hated it; grew it back out. Tenth grade… hated it; grew it back out.  After the birth of my second child… eventually hated it; grew it back out.  That was only about seven years ago.  Since then, I said I wouldn’t get it cut short ever again.  I didn’t get it cut short yesterday… well, not all of it.  I know now (even yesterday) that I don’t like it short no matter who says, “Oh your hair would look cute short.”   My problem with my hair recently was not that it was too long.  I have very thick hair and to have it long, it has to have some layers to it or it is too full at the bottom and I look like a big triangle head.  Somehow after my pregnancies, my hair changed from wavy to quite curly…mostly.  The top layer of my hair (the part that grows from the highest point on my head) stayed pretty straight while the rest underneath is very curly at the ends.  My hair dresser, also one of my closest friends, suggested cutting that layer.  In order to do that, she had to blend the rest and made my entire head of hair layered all the way down.  I still have long hair, but now that layer that wouldn’t curl… does.  Sounds good, right?  Wrong.  My hair looks horrible.  It has a mind of its own.  She said before she did it, “You’ll look ten years younger.”  I look at LEAST ten years older.  She said, “You’ll look thinner.” I do NOT look any thinner.  I look like a redneck who cut their own hair without a mirror!  I have tried to style it to no avail.  I put it in a ponytail and you can hardly tell I got it cut… except some pieces are too short to stay in the ponytail so now I have to go out and buy barrettes.  I’m pissed off, depressed, embarrassed, and I don’t know how to face my friend because I’m all of those things and I want to blame her.   I can’t help thinking she did this TO me.  I’m sure she didn’t but I’m so upset that’s the first conclusion I’ve come to.  I know it will eventually get better.  It will take a while though, because now if I want to style it, I will need a hair dryer and curling iron, mousse and hairspray and those things cause damage so it will have to be trimmed more often before it grows out.  Until now, I didn’t blow it dry, use a curling iron, mousse or hairspray (once in a while hairspray if my bangs got too long).  It’s going to take an hour in the bathroom if I don’t want to wear a ponytail.  Before, I could wash it, walk out the door, it would dry in the car on the way, and I could brush it when I arrived and ta-da… looked fine. 

I’ll be OK.  I just need to cry some more… and maybe kick my friend in the shin.

It will grow back.  It will grow back.  It will grow back…